Chapter 6

I woke up early, which was strange, as I normally needed an alarm to jolt me out of sleep. I stretched my body, feeling my muscles were getting used to the strenuous hike. I turned around to have a look at my beautiful bedmate. I loved to hear Cirin’s soft snoring, it gave me the certainty she was sound asleep.

Last night she surprised me with an amazing blowjob. A smile crept on my face as I remembered she made a hilarious joke about having some extra protein before going to sleep. I sighed deeply, enjoying the feeling of my massive erection. I guess my activity somehow triggered Cirin to move. She pulled herself closer to me, wrapping her arms around my body and kissed my neck. Only then did I realize the smell.

It had a sweet smell but not too sweet because there were some fresh hints of mint in there as well. It was a smell I wanted to inhale deeply; it was as if the rich musky odors were caressing my nostrils. It was clear that Cirin’s smell had drastically changed. I stuck my nose in her hair, trying to get more of her intoxicating scent into my lungs.

Cirin moaned as she climbed on top of me, giving me the urge to move my face to her bare skin. I kissed her cheek as I gently rolled her onto her back, exposing her naked chest. My lips traced her slender neck, inhaling the exquisite fragrance that came from her unblemished skin.

“Oh Cirin,” I gushed as I nuzzled into the nook of her neck and shoulder, “You smell so good.”

I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to explore her slender body, kissing the warm skin of her chest.

Suddenly she gasped loudly and slurred, “Paul, please. Stop!”

It took a moment before her voice registered in my mind. As I kept my face an inch away from her body I said, “But your smell. It’s so hard to stop. Please, Cirin I’ll be gentle.”

“I know,” she whispered as she tried to push me away, “But please let me explain. This is a part of my change.”

With some effort I managed to look at her amazing eyes, which seemed almost to emit light. “So why don’t we continue? I thought you wanted to become a woman?”

Her smile was stunning as she confirmed, “I do but I don’t have any clothes that I can wear.”

“Huh?” I only managed to say, not getting what she was referring to.

She gently rubbed my arms as she said, “My body will change drastically and nothing I have with me will fit anymore. Even my shoes will be too small. My tank tops won’t be able to accommodate my breasts and my shorts won’t even go up my legs. We need to wait unless you are willing to carry me down to the village, completely naked.”

I knew for sure I wouldn’t be able to carry her now. I estimated her weight at about one hundred twenty pounds and it was pretty obvious she would only become heavier after the change. I sighed deeply, inhaling her amazing fragrance. “You are torturing me.”

She shuddered as she looked at me with a guilty look. “I, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would happen like this.”

“I’m afraid I don’t follow you.”

She climbed off the bed and grabbed a piece of fruit from the bowl. Pensively she took a bite and as she chewed slowly, she looked at me with adoring eyes. “You know, normally we are alone if we’re allowing ourselves to change into a woman. Most of the time it is in the bedroom of the man that has been chosen. There are enough of the man’s essence in the bed for a Neutaria to successfully change into the woman he is dreaming of. Now I’m with you and you almost managed to trigger the change in me.”

I looked at her, not fully comprehending what she had just said. “Are you telling me that most of you don’t have a say in who your partner will be?”

“The selection process we have developed over time has been accepted by all of us. Our individual preferences for a man will never be a hundred percent match but it hasn’t been below eighty percent for quite some time.”

I stared at her, realizing she was reciting a statement she must have heard many times. “How many times you’ve been disappointed, Cirin?”

She looked down. “It’s a part of our life, Paul. It’s for the greater good.”

I huffed as I knew I wouldn’t get an answer from her.

“Actually,” she said meekly, “I do feel guilty.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m going to be with you.”

“Oh? Was I supposed to be assigned to another?”

“You were,” Cirin said softly, “but that changed as soon as you agreed to go on the hike with me.”

“I see,” I replied and as I took her hand I responded, “aren’t we both lucky?”

My body yearned to be with her, to devour her, to make love to her. “I want you,” I growled.

She looked up, her eyes as big as saucers. “Please Paul. I, I want you too, but.”

“Get dressed,” I interrupted her brusquely, realizing I didn’t want to stay in this place for a minute longer, “I want to leave as soon as possible.”

The suns were burning my neck as we climbed down the treacherous path. We knew we had to be careful and on a few occasions we collided into each other because of a misstep. Those moments were extremely frustrating as her intoxicating scent drove me crazy, wanting to fuck her right there.

I wasn’t the only one who was heavily affected. Cirin’s breathing was labored, and her pretty face had a healthy blush. There were moments when she softly whimpered as if she suffered from an agonizing pain. I had asked her several times whether she was okay and judging by her impatient response she was annoyed I had asked her again.

Finally, the trail’s view showed the outskirts of the small village and we both felt a lot better, knowing we were nearly there. Cirin grabbed my hand as we marched towards the arched entrance of the dwelling. “You know the narrow alley towards the square, right?”

“The one with those doors in different colors?”

She nodded. “The green door leads to my dorm.”

“Great! Why don’t we go straight there?”

With trembling fingers, she caressed my face, moving up from my chin. Instantly I was aware of my stubble. I remembered the precious moments with Cala, knowing that Cirin hated a stubble as well.

“We both need to freshen up,” she said subdued, “I promise; it’s worth the wait.”

We kept our steady pace towards the cottage I was staying in and as soon as I saw the veranda I said to her, “I’ll try to be quick without cutting myself while shaving.”

Her nervous giggle sounded sweet, spiking the level of my hormones coursing through my body. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her tenderly on the forehead; I couldn’t dare to kiss her on the lips without losing control. Her scent made it almost impossible to let her go but I managed to release her as I murmured softly, “Later Cirin.”

She nodded and walked away without looking back. I loved watching the globes of her bottom, doing the most interesting things, as she walked away. I desperately wanted to bang my hips against them.

The shower calmed me down enough to give me the patience to accurately shave my face. My hair was still damp as I stepped into my old, ripped jeans. The tight-fitting white t-shirt showed off my muscled chest; I knew the torturous training sessions I had endured for months, had paid off. I decided to abstain from any aftershave or other cheap fragrances, knowing it would only interfere with Cirin’s amazing scent.

With healthy excitement, I rushed down the stairs, knowing the coming hours were going to be the best time of my life. I was relieved Mitta wasn’t there so I could make my way to Cirin, without a curtesy chat.

It seemed my feet hardly touched the ground while I sprinted towards the small lane that ended at the village’s central square. As soon as I turned into the alleyway, I was confronted by a Talian guard who stood at the other end. I was amazed how fast the giant turned around, presumably after he had heard my hasty footsteps. His hand hovered above his holster, ready to use his weapon.

“Hi, I’m Paul,” I managed to say calmly, “I’m here to see Cirin.”

The ugly colossus relaxed a little as he nodded slowly. I knew I had to keep calm as I walked toward the green door. With an eagerness, I could hardly control, I opened the sturdy door, realizing I was finally entering Cirin’s private residence. I was pleasantly surprised to see a beautiful, meticulously maintained garden. A stone path led to a small house, sitting in front of a few large trees.

With every step I took, my heart beat a little faster, knowing I finally could be with her. I briefly considered knocking at the door but I assumed she had seen me entering the garden, so I boldly opened the door.